SIX

Where are they, I thought. I was pacing up and down the lounge. Nine's watching TV and Marina's helping Ella to sleep. Finally, Nine turned off the TV and looked at me.

'Stop worrying, Six. They're probably just stuck in traffic.' Nine said, making me mad.

'I'm Going to shoot you!' I sceam.

'Hey, that's a great idea! Let's go shoot some Mogs!'

Soon, we were shooting paper Mogs with Glocks. I was hitting my target each time, whereas Nine was missing every single shot.

'Ugh!' He screamed. 'Why can't I get it right!?'

I was about to say something when we heard the click of a door opening. Nine and I rushed outside to see what-or who- it was. Marina came walking from her room, not a minute later. We went to the door to find John, Sarah, Eight and...Sam. Standing next to Sam was a girl. I heard a loud intake of breath as everyone looked at her. She was absolutely stunning. She had long black hair, grey eyes and pale skin. She wore combat boots, and an army shirt and pants. She had a backpack slung over her shoulder. Five.

'Hey, guys! Sorry it took so long! Traffic!' Sarah smiled.

'We found Sam! And we found Five! We hit two birds with one stone!' Eight chuckled.

'So this is Five,' Nine said, his eyes looking up and down her body.

'The one and only,' Five grinned. 'Just, call me Lailah.'

'And look its Sam Goode, back from the dead!' Nine punched Sam on the arm lightly.

'Good to see you, Sam,' I smile at him.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Lailah take out a phone and start typing. I ignored her.

'So, Lailah, tell us what your Legacies are,' Marina chips in.

Lailah tucks her phone into her pocket but not quick enough because I could see what the message said:

I'm at the John Hancock Centre, in Chicago. Meet me outside in 15 minutes.

Ok.

'Well, I don't really have names for them, but I can summon things. Like this,' Lailah's eyes became focused. Suddenly our tablet appeared in her hand.

'Wow!' Nine was seriously impressed.

'And I can, like, freeze or melt anything.' A lilly appeared in her hand. Suddenly, frost started to appear around the petals. When it was done it looked beautiful.

'And I can make things no-one else can, even the techies in the FBI. Like that stupid Natalie. Oh, and if you hurt me I don't feel the pain.'

'No, way. Show us!' Nine was eager.

Lailah took out a Swiss Army Knife and made a long gash on her arm, not wincing once.

'Cool!' Sam was wide-eyed, but not from her gash; he was looking up and down her body. I fought down a wave of jealousy. Was everyone in love with this chick?

'Hey, you must be tired; I'll show you to your room,' Marina took Lailah by the arm and led her to the room next to Nine's.

Sam got the room next to me. For some reason I felt pretty satisfied about that. I was actually glad I didn't like John anymore, because I wanted Sam.

Soon after Lailah close her door did I hear the sound of a window opening and closing. John and the others walked to the lounge, me trailing behind. I sat on a puffy armchair while the others sat on the couches.

'What do you think about Lailah?' John began.

'Well, we've all concluded that she's wicked hot!' Nine said, hungrily.

'Besides that, Nine!'

'Well, you can see that she's tough. And that she works out regularly.' Marina said, who was sitting next to Eight, holding his hand, which he didn't seem to mind.

'Hot!' Nine shouted.

Everyone ignored him.

'Well, I did see her send a text message; she was telling someone to meet her outside.' I said.

Eight and John exchanged a look. 'I'm sure it's nothing.'

I knew something was wrong.